一向寒山坐
淹留三十年
做来访亲友
太半入黄泉
渐减如残烛
长流似逝川
今朝对孤影
不觉泪双悬
I travelled to Cold Mountain:Stayed here for thirty years.Yesterday looked for family and friends.More than half had gone to Yellow Springs.Slow-burning, life dies like a flame,Never resting, passes like a river.Today I face my lone shadow.Suddenly, the tears flow down.